divorce.

i hate finding your stupid screaming music cds that you left in my car. 

i hate that the tags to your new jeans are still on top of my cabinet 

and i hate that your protein powder is still in the pantry. 

i hate opening my pajama drawer and finding the shirt you made me.

i hate the jar of  beloved banana-coconut body scrub that is still in my shower, even though you used it all.

i hate the hundreds of pictures of us still in my iphoto.

i hate that i keep the ring you gave me in the center console of my car

and i hate that i don't have the heart to throw it away.